A/N: You know the deal, guys. Skip this chapter if you're an innocent individual like me.
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While the inside of Evangeline's throat was being flooded, she released low, ruffled moans and tried to push back. Taranis's grip was too firm. She could not move even an inch.
The thick pulse of heat sliding down her throat made her toes curl against the sheets, a shiver racing along her spine.
Only when his shaft finally stopped twitching did he release his hold on her horns. Evangeline slowly drew back, revealing the glistening length. Once the crown slipped free with a soft pop, she glared at Taranis with sharp, teary eyes.
A thin strand of white still connected her lower lip to the tip of him, breaking only when she swallowed hard.
"My Lord!" she hissed, throwing soft little punches against his abdomen.
"I-I'm sorry," Taranis said, turning his face aside. He did not sound sorry at all. "Your mouth felt so good that I could not control myself."
